Willa and Sam finished up and cleaned up. They changed quickly, gathered a few things, and packed them in Willa's car. She drove to the beach and parked in the nearly empty parking lot. She hopped of the car and Sam followed. While at the trunk of the car she stripped from her t-shirt and shorts and threw them in the trunk. Sam gazed at her while changed.

"I like the yellow bikini better." He stated.

The bikini she wore was more of a sport bikini and one she preferred to wear. As much time as she spent in the water she didn't need to worry about adjusting her suit every few seconds.

"This one is mine. The yellow one was borrowed." She explained noting to herself she would have to wear a skimpy bikini for Sam sometime, if she ever got the chance again.

"You still look gorgeous. Teal looks great on you. Though I've yet to see a color that doesn't" He said

She playfully nudged him. The man made her so happy she didn't know what she was going to do when he disappeared from her life. She grabbed his hand smiling and they made their way to the beach. It was completely empty. They lay out the blankets and the bottled water. Immediately they went into the ocean. Willa found it to be more soothing than she remembered. She forgot that she had been tortured for a month and only happy memories came to her about her parents. Floating on her back in the water she could remember being at the beach and her mother's face was so full of smiles while they were there. It was a sanctuary of calmness that cured her woes. She thought of Sam and knew he wouldn't be happy doing anything besides being with his brother and saving lives from the creatures that went bump in the night. It was selfish of her to want anything else for him. As much as she didn't want to she would be content letting him go and let him proceed with the position fate had chosen for him in life. If only the world could know the good he and his brother did for the world. They would be treated as rock stars and would have riches beyond imagination.

She leaned up in the water and saw Sam treading water like he had never done it in his life. Willa laughed and swam to him. She could tread water without hardly any movement but that was from years in the water and pure luck.

"You suck." He said as she floated gracefully in front of him. She laughed and swam to him. She kissed him quickly before they both lost concentration on floating above the water. After spending a good amount of time they decided to head in as it was getting late. The night had gotten cooler so they cuddled on the beach. Being with Sam and watching the moonlit waves crash on the shore was more than Willa could ask for at the moment. When Sam couldn't help himself any longer he moved her wet hair and kissed her neck, her ears, and her shoulders. She giggled from the tickle of his lips grazing her skin. She turned to face him and he kissed her deeply. She couldn't get enough of him. She turned around sitting up on her knees. Grasping his upper thighs for support she returned the favor. He breathed in sharply feeling her hand so close to his sensitive parts and found it hard to let go of that breath until she moved her hands to his neck. He sighed and watched her eyes. They traveled all over him. He smiled and kissed her. Just as he was about to move away he heard someone speaking.

"Isn't this cute?" The man's voice said

Sam knew who it was. He immediately jumped in front of Willa. It was the king of Hell. His name was Crowley and he was dangerous. Willa and Sam stood. Sam moved in front of Willa trying to protect her from Crowley. She peered around Sam wanted to be able to see the man. Sam enraged face let her know the man was dangerous. The knife was under the blanket. She reached down as quickly as possible and grabbed it.

"What do you want Crowley?" Sam's deep voice growled with anger

"Only some time with your girlfriend. My drones couldn't take care of her so I'll do it myself." He responded to Sam.

"You won't touch her." Sam shouted

"Oh Moose I don't have time for this. This sand is ruining my shoes." He snapped

With a flick of his hand Sam went spinning through the air. Willa called after him but was frozen in fear. She watched as the man name Crowley moved his hand again but nothing happened. He looked frustrated and she realized his powers didn't work on her. She couldn't recite her chants or Sam would be hurt as well.

"Willa, run!" Sam shouted.

And she did. She ran towards Crowley. She was going to stab him with the knife. He tried to flick his hand as she closed in on him again and again but it didn't work. Confidence and adrenaline whirled through Willa's veins. She actually saw him looked scared the moment before she attempted to plunge the knife in him. He blocked the hit but she got him in the shoulder. Lights flashed in his body but he didn't flinch. Though his magic didn't work his strength did. He easily threw Willa off him. Twenty feet away she landed on her back. The wind was completely knocked out of her lungs. She breathed in deeply gasping for air. Sam was up and running towards her. She heard Crowley whistle. She lay gasping for breath as Sam knelt next to her.

"Hellhound! Willa we've got to go!" He shouted.

She drew in several sharp breaths as Sam grasped her arm to help her stand. Her heavy breathing muffled to sound of pounding footsteps coming towards her.

"What is it Sam?!" She managed

"A huge dog that you can't see." He said

Willa let out of breath and began to stand. She could see sand flying through the air from the hounds paws hitting the beach. It was close, too close. They were too late. A loud growl resonated throughout the beach. The hound easily knocked Sam far out of the way. It clawed her leg wanting to play with his new toy. She screamed in pain but was able to find a handful of invisible hellhound that she held on to. It hurt to breath. It hurt to speak but she quickly recited the chant she thought wasn't real. She should've known everything in the Instruction Manual was legit.

"Kutt Auta barai Dhavan." She said through gritted teeth.

The animal yelped and fell on her and she stabbed it with the knife. Any evil that may have existed in this creature was gone with its death. Willa pushed the heavy dog off of her and screamed at Crowley.

"Maja bura, bura, bhavan. Auta!"

Sam would have to suffer for now. The king stared at her for a moment when he felt a foreign feeling resonate through his vessel. He lit up like lightening but being the king of hell he disappeared.

Willa lay back on the sand still gripping the knife in her hand. The pain was excruciating.

"Willa!" Sam exclaimed.

She bawled up her fist still holding on to the knife covered in hell hound blood. She pounded the ground and gritted her teeth. Her voice came back to her and she let out a quick sound that came out like a grunt and a scream at the same time. The pain! She didn't dare look at her leg.

"Willa. You're losing so much blood." He said in shock

"Get Cas!" She growled through gritted teeth. This had to be worse than labor.

"Castiel!" Sam screamed at the top of his lungs.

She cursed as she slowly sat up. Pain shot through her entire body. She groaned loudly. She saw the horrific marks the hell hound left behind. Her skin looked as though pieces were barely hanging in place on the bone. Blood was gushing and dripped from the shredded skin. She grunted loudly and found herself becoming lightheaded.

The angel appeared on the beach. "Cas!" She sighed with relief. She would never be so happy to see the angel ever again. He knelt next to her and she took a hold of his arm gripping him tight. He touched the side of her face and immediate relief washed over her body.

"I can't fix you all the way." He said

"What?" She and Sam asked at the same time

"I have too many things going on. If you can stay in one place I can find you and heal you periodically. Don't overuse the leg" He said

She eyed her leg which looked nearly as good as new. Small pink streaks lined her leg that reminded her of stretch marks. When Castiel let go of Willa he turned to Sam.

"It's broken." He said touching Sam's arm. He fixed him quickly then turned back to Willa and scooped her up with one arm. With the other he touched Sam's shoulder. In no time at all they were back in the hotel room. Castiel lay Willa down on the bed.

"Stay off of it tonight. I'll be back." Cas said and took Sam out of the room.

Willa groaned and lay her head back on the pillow. She set the knife on the nightstand and attempted to gather the covers over her when Dean barged in the room.

"Are you okay?" He nearly shouted.

She thought about her answer as he sat on the bed next to her.

"Yeah I think so." She replied

"Cas would fix you all the way if he could." Dean said defending his angel friend

"I know." Willa replied

"What happened?" Dean asked shaking his head.

"Crowley happened." She responded

Dean looked thoughtful and nodded his head.

"If I could give anything to stop this from happening you know I would." Dean said

"I know. That's your problem." She responded

Dean's eyes squinted with questions but he knew what she meant.

Sam came back to the room. It was decided that it was time for some rest after the night's events. After saying their goodnight's to one another they headed to their respective places in the hotel. Sam showered and came out to find Willa standing by her suitcase.

"Didn't Cas tell you to stay off your leg?" Sam scolded her.

"I need a shower." She dramatically whined

"I can help." He said raising his eyebrows and trying to keep a straight face.

"Fine. Come on then." She said waving to him to come to her.

He went to her and picked her up in his strong arms like a baby. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down so she was sitting on the side of the tub.

"When we met you carried me like that." She said almost feeling nostalgic for a more simpler time when her parents were alive and she wasn't a freak.

Sam half smiled at her and turned the water on. Her let her adjust the temperature to her liking and helped her stand in the tub. If she put pressure on her injured let it felt as if a million pins and needles were stabbing her simultaneously. She did her best to leave all her balance on the good leg. She kept her bathing suit on in the shower. Sam kept his boxers on as well even though they got wet. It was very awkward but at the same time Willa could think of nothing more sweet for a man to do. He allowed her to lean on him and assisted her in any way he could. Which Willa had the sneaking suspicion he was enjoying it too. As the final rinse washed all the soap from her body she turned to Sam and wrapped her arms around him. She leaned her head on his chest and he returned her embrace. She closed her eyes and felt the water pounding on her back. She felt so safe and comfortable with him she didn't want to let go.

"Is everything okay?" He asked

"Yes." She replied. She simply wanted to hold on to him forever and never let go of her broad shouldered hero. He made every inch of her feel better even when it wasn't. The man had done so much for her soul yet he had no idea how he made her feel. Content was in her heart when she was with him but she would have to let all the go, so she held it in.

When tiredness began to take over she leaned away from him to look in to his handsome face. She pushed her bad leg up around his waist and put her arms around his neck. He laughed as he realized her intentions. He picked her up by her bottom and her good leg wrapped securely around him.

He carefully stepped out of the shower as to not lose his balance while holding on to her. He handed her a couple of towels and turned the water off. After he grabbed a towel for himself he turned to her and help her dry off. She of course needed all the help she could get. He towel dried himself and then handed her a robe. She bravely stripped from her bathing suit though Sam was gentleman enough to close his eyes. She giggled as she pulled the robe on. A part of her wished he had no self control but mostly she was grateful for the honorable human in front of her. After she changed he picked her up again with her legs wrapped around his waist. He set her down with her bottom on the edge of the bed. Before he could turn away to dry himself off she pulled him tighter with her one good leg. She put her hands on his waist and smiled. He studied her eyes looking for what it was she wanted. He knew what he wanted but it didn't matter. There was no way he was going to push himself on this beautiful human.

"Kiss me." She said

He did, gently. Her fingers played with the muscles that lined his waist and she found herself playing with the wet waistband of his shorts. She moved away from his lips and kissed the highest part of his chest she could reach. She caressed his lower abdomen trying to convince herself there was nothing he would do to her that she didn't want in some kind of way. She lay her forehead on his chest and closed her eyes.

Letting out a deep sigh she spoke. "I want to make you the happiest man in the world." She said softly. "I don't want you to ever hesitate in touching me and I want you to make love to me."

Anger filtered through her last words. In another time her only hesitation would be to reach for protection.

"It's okay." He said. "I've told you. I swear, it's fine."

"I know what you say but I know what my own body wants too." She said sadly. "I can't get past this Sam and I'm so sorry."

Sam sighed and moved her hands from his waist. He leaned in and hugged her tightly.

"Don't be mad at me but have you thought about therapy? I mean no one should expect you to be ready for…well you've been through so much." He said

Her eyes widened but he couldn't see them. It didn't make her angry. It took her off guard. The Winchester's didn't seem like the type to seek therapy as an answer to life's difficulties.

"Yes it has crossed my mind." She answered honestly.

He leaned away from the embrace and kissed her lips. She moved away from him and managed to wriggle to her side of the bed without adding stress to her leg. Sam found his pajama bottoms and joined her in the bed. He pulled the covers over the both of them and moved close to her. He sighed contently as she snuggled close to him.

"How do I tell the therapist I'm a demon killer?" She asked mockingly

"You leave that part out." He responded

She smiled and they found themselves quickly drifting off to sleep.